you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Remi knows this body better than his own. He knows its topography, how it responds to his various touches. He's learned how hard he can dig his claws in (metaphorically and literally), and what leaves bruises behind. Even so, Remi also knows he could spend an entire lifetime exploring it just the same. I always think I could never love you more...and then somehow I do. This is sadly thought, as if the exponential trajectory of Remi's love for the Star was a burden. It wasn't of course, but gods if he didn't love the idiot in his arms so much, this would all be a lot easier.
"How long?" Remi asks finally, pulling himself back to gaze into the warm blues of Ronin's eyes. "How long do you think?" Was it until defences had been set up? Until the war was started? Until it was won ?
How long until we're together again?
"How long?" Remi asks finally, pulling himself back to gaze into the warm blues of Ronin's eyes. "How long do you think?" Was it until defences had been set up? Until the war was started? Until it was won ?
How long until we're together again?
THE ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
